Dawn is barely lifting up her nightie and I am already down by the river, tossing irrational thoughts into the water, waiting to see if a good one will float.
It is still so visciously early that no one is up yet, not the homeless, nor the squirrels, not even the crepuscular joggers who should do more enlightening activities with all that energy.
But then you call.
And I am on my way, headed towards the most irrational thought of all.
Sometimes I wish I could make better decisions.
Donna Dakota in Word 
As a jogger, I prefer “matutinal”.
Stuie:
Ha! I had to look that word up. But then I wasn’t surprised as it is one which would never apply to me, being eternally nocturnal. But now I have a new addition to my arsenal. Thanks for the fun.
Donna